L.A. Reflection Michael Bifano I have chosen my fiction story. I love writing fiction stories because you make up the story and anything you want can happen. All you do to write one is think of a story you want to exist in the world, then you think of a main character with traits, struggles, and actions. You should also write about a issue that is important to the character and you want to know your characters motivations and struggles. Make sure you understand your characters internal and external traits and that how you write a fiction story.
When I wrote my fiction story I started out with my main character and a setting, I had to make something the character wanted and an obstacle that stands in the way of my character. Then I wrote events with small moments, I came to the climax and resolved the conflict and then I ended the story.
My team has a mission to meet up with the Russians. It will be easy to take control of Berlin, but we are having a little trouble because the whole city is full of Nazis. If my team fails this mission Hitler could take control of the rest of the world. It is so strange because this city does not even look like a city, just a big pile of ruble. Right now we are just walking all 17 of us. I can see that only 7 of us have Thompsons including me and the rest have M1Grands. We all basically look the same. We are wearing the same type of green helmet, the same green pants, the same green shirt, and we have the same type of grenades. The only difference was our height. “Michael, a group of Nazis are coming from the front lines!” screamed Sergeant Bill.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!was all I heard from the guns shooting at the Nazis. I pulled the pin from my grenade and chucked at them. I yelled to Sergeant Bill after the blast, “Are you Okay?”
“I’m fine how about you!” Yelled Sergeant Bill
“I’m-m fine. Do you hear that?” I responded.
I told Bill to stay there as I walked over where I heard the noise and all I saw was a Nazi screaming because his legs were broken from the blast. I yelled to medic James to help this German soldier and bring him where we go.
Michael Bifano
I have chosen my fiction story. I love writing fiction stories because you make up the story and anything you want can happen. All you do to write one is think of a story you want to exist in the world, then you think of a main character with traits, struggles, and actions. You should also write about a issue that is important to the character and you want to know your characters motivations and struggles. Make sure you understand your characters internal and external traits and that how you write a fiction story.
When I wrote my fiction story I started out with my main character and a setting, I had to make something the character wanted and an obstacle that stands in the way of my character. Then I wrote events with small moments, I came to the climax and resolved the conflict and then I ended the story.
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A Day in Berlin
My team has a mission to meet up with the Russians. It will be easy to take control of Berlin, but we are having a little trouble because the whole city is full of Nazis. If my team fails this mission Hitler could take control of the rest of the world. It is so strange because this city does not even look like a city, just a big pile of ruble. Right now we are just walking all 17 of us. I can see that only 7 of us have Thompsons including me and the rest have M1Grands. We all basically look the same. We are wearing the same type of green helmet, the same green pants, the same green shirt, and we have the same type of grenades. The only difference was our height. “Michael, a group of Nazis are coming from the front lines!” screamed Sergeant Bill.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!was all I heard from the guns shooting at the Nazis. I pulled the pin from my grenade and chucked at them. I yelled to Sergeant Bill after the blast, “Are you Okay?”
“I’m fine how about you!” Yelled Sergeant Bill
“I’m-m fine. Do you hear that?” I responded.
I told Bill to stay there as I walked over where I heard the noise and all I saw was a Nazi screaming because his legs were broken from the blast. I yelled to medic James to help this German soldier and bring him where we go.